"Good." Fang Chen responded softly, his face full of seriousness.
"There's no need to hold back. With your cultivation level, you still can't hurt me." Yun Feiyang stroked his beard and motioned for Fang Chen to draw his sword.
The three-foot green blade left its sheath without making a sound. A flash of cold light appeared. As Fang Chen's mysterious qi surged within his body, he slid his feet and the tip of his sword rushed straight towards Yun Feiyang's face.
Since Master has said not to hold back, then I will go all out!
"Well done!" Yun Feiyang exclaimed. Although this sword strike was a basic sword technique, both in terms of drawing the sword and coordinating with his steps, it demonstrated the efforts and talent of his little disciple.
"Watch carefully! The first form! Wind Sweeps Clouds and Unfolds!"
A cold flash came first, and a violent wind suddenly arose. The cold flash transformed into countless sharp swords, scattering with the wind as if Fang Chen was not facing Yun Feiyang at this moment but countless sharp swords between heaven and earth.
Fang Chen suddenly stopped his movement, closed his eyes, calmed his mind. The sound of the wind by his ears gradually subsided. The rapidly approaching cold flash became slower and slower, and its trajectory became clearer and clearer...
He pulled back his sword, thrust it out, opened his eyes, and the wind stopped and the clouds dispersed.
"Not bad! The second form! Wind Scatters and Clouds Halt!" Yun Feiyang's expression remained unchanged as he swung his sword again.
A sharp sword materialized out of thin air. One turned into two, two into four... More and more until the sharp swords flashing with cold light completely surrounded Fang Chen, just hovering quietly, ready to strike.
Fang Chen, still with a normal expression, could clearly feel that if he moved even a little, the surrounding sharp swords would instantly cut him to pieces.
Waiting for the enemy to make the first move and then counterattack? Fang Chen's mouth curled up in a faint smile. His mysterious qi circulated rapidly within his body. He suddenly exerted force with his feet and his body shot out like a cannonball.
Ignoring the sharp swords speeding towards him from all around, Fang Chen pointed the tip of his sword straight at Yun Feiyang.
"Clang!" The swords intersected and the two exchanged positions.
"Good! The third form! Wind Follows Clouds!"
"The fourth form! Wind and Clouds Intertwine!"
"The fifth form! Wind and Clouds Transform!"
"The sixth form! Wind and Clouds Open and Close!"
"The seventh form! Wind Sweeps Away the Clouds!"
"The eighth form! Wind and Clouds are Unpredictable!"
"This ninth form is called Gentle Breeze and Light Clouds. Killing people invisibly is the highest realm of the sword path. With this form, you are very likely to get injured." Yun Feiyang was already quite satisfied with his suddenly outstanding disciple. Although there was still expectation in his heart, Yun Feiyang also knew that even if Fang Chen could withstand the first eight forms, this ninth form was still too early for him.
"I want to try." Feeling the inexplicable perception that suddenly surged in his heart, Fang Chen calmed his rapid breathing and his tone was extremely firm.
"Good!" Yun Feiyang's expression changed slightly. A sharp light shot out from his eyes, and when he drew his sword, he showed no mercy at all.
If you can withstand this sword strike, I will have no regrets in this life.
A gentle breeze blew slowly, like early spring in March, cool but not cold. The sound of the sword was faintly audible. Amidst the peacefulness, there was full of killing intent.
Yun Qianqian watched as the two faced each other from a distance, both with cautious expressions. She couldn't help feeling a burst of confusion in her heart. After her father swung his sword, why did nothing happen?
Immediately, Yun Qianqian was stunned on the spot, with her mouth open and looking dumbfounded...
"Pfft..." The clothes on Fang Chen's shoulder were suddenly cut open with a gash, and a little redness gradually spread.
Fang Chen was like a statue, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.
"Yin..." Another gash was cut open on his left thigh, and the hem of his clothing fell down with a sound.
Suddenly, amid the shocked expressions of Yun Feiyang and Yun Qianqian, Fang Chen moved. He swung his sword, and a strong wind arose. Several sharp swords turned into cold flashes. Then, the sound of sword blades colliding faintly came from the air.